Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
- "The Road" by Cormac McCarthy

Even when I don’t know what I am after I keep at it. I keep at it when I don’t feel like it, or realize that all I am doing is shooting the same things over and over. Truth is I can’t seem to get out of my backyard, or my house, or my garden right now. I get lost in the light as it hits my morning coffee, the dog, or the birds.

But mostly I keep at it because I am afraid. Afraid if I allow that tiny little fire to die out, a portion of myself will die along with it, and I might not find my way back.